For the Eternal Source of Angst of Humanity
(2014)
This is day 16 of my month long Rondelet marathon! This poem was inspired by a longer poem about my struggle to find a life purpose. It's a long, arduous struggle that everyone goes through.
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He’s a 'poet’ but most would rather call it pros… He’s a 'poet’ Still somehow nobody knows it. Literary elements? Close.
Your contentment is an illusion Not to say your existence is bulls… But it’s hardly reality as it shou… We all have heard some persuasion of what manipulates us, it
She waxes and wanes; Waxing when emboldened by time. She waxes and wanes; Waning when She humbly refrains. She fades to little more than a li…
I write sorrow It’s no matter how much I strain. I write sorrow. My scripts cast over by shadows. Lyrics I compose show pain
I’m not tired— alternatively, I’m forfeit. I’m not tired; Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui… Problems luring to their orbit
It is silly. Really, please, to me pay no mind. It is silly. I watch longingly, yes, creepy, But I see you to her be kind.
Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, Herr, weil ich kann nicht. Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, die Schmerzen sind sehr sch… Weisst du wenigstens Augenblick,
Arbitrary and, I guess, insignificant Arbitrary makes me revolutionary. One time around, for me, glinting
Prepare to fail; Winning isn’t for everyone. Prepare to fail. Perfection is a far off tale. All expect it, though we know none…
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.
Violence cycles Both within lands and between them… Violence cycles Through lords of loss, maniacal. Leaves ruins of nations dim,
If that were all I’d rest, speak to myself solely. If that were all I could delight in pretty song. Truly, it’s the cries of wings, lo…
Homicidal And Honorable: synonyms. Homicidal: Requisite for glory, vital To one’s worth. It’s the pseudony…
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,